hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 27

Hetalia kink meme part 27

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Back again for the final chapter. Thank you all for your kind comments!

Warning: Explicit sex, mention of rape, and animal death

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Poland loves horses, and Lithuania finds her among the ranks of the former hussars.

He spurs his horse forward. This one is a roan and smaller than the massive warhorses he rode during the Middle Ages and Commonwealth—but this one is fast. Fast enough to catch up with the light gray ahead.

Poland can’t be that stupid enough to think that he couldn’t sense or recognize her. She might be wearing a cavalry uniform and have her hair tucked under her cap in a ponytail, but there’s no mistaking those flashing green eyes and the powerful air of a nation—the presence of millions of souls filling one body. He concentrates his sight ahead while his mind blazes with panic. His solders are outnumbered and scattered, overwhelmed with the sheer number of Polish troops. A few of them are retreating, the rest are surrendering. The air is filled with the yells of soldiers and horses from both sides. Poland gallops towards the Lithuanian flank, catching a Lithuanian foot soldier unawares.

Rage floods through Lithuania, and he speeds his horse between the two of them and pulls out his gun.

Poland gasps and pulls her horse back. Poland’s gray rears up on its hind legs and whinnies. Lithuania fires his pistol.

The bullet misses Poland, but hits another Polish cavalryman.

“Run!” he shouts in Lithuanian to the terrified man on the ground. “Run before the Poles take you prisoner!” The man doesn’t need to be told again as he flees.

He would have wanted to visit Warsaw earlier to make amends, but with her blatant invasion—THE LIAR

“POLAND—” But she’s already galloping down the hill and towards the forest.

He chases her down the hill.

“Poland, I know it’s you!” he screams. “And you know it’s me.”

Poland looks over her shoulder and speeds her horse between the trees, vanishing.

“ Šūdas.” Lithuania follows her.

The tree trunks here are close together and thin. His horse may be fast, but it has difficulty maneurving through tight spots and fallen logs. Within a few minutes of galloping, he loses sight of Poland and her gray.

A horse screams and a woman yells.

“Poland!”

Lithuania leads his horse in the direction of the noises and within a few moments, comes upon the pitiful scene.

Poland’s horse screeches on the ground, with a bone jutting out of one of its back legs. Poland herself hasn’t noticed Lithuania. She’s laying on her stomach, her right arm immobilized, and reaching for the gun at her belt. Her cap has flown off somewhere and her pony tail is undone. Her face is covered in dirt with clear tear streaks on them. Lithuania’s gaze falls a few meters to the right to a rotting log, with splinters of wood on top where Poland’s horse failed to clear the jump.

Lithuania dismounts.

At the sound of his footsteps, Poland turns her head towards him and her eyes reflect fear as he pulls out his gun again.

“Litwo—”

He fires the gun and the forest is silent.

They say nothing. Lithuania looks at the horse’s body. He has Poland trapped. This could be so easy. He can just kill Poland and take her prisoner, but doing that will provoke another attack from the Polish army. He can present her to France and England, and then they would have proof that Poland’s army is breaking their treaty, but what would France and England possibly do?

“Why haven’t you killed me yet?”

Lithuania looks down. From her place in the dirt, Poland glares at him with defiance in her eyes, both arms laying limply at her side so that she looks like a log. Her uniform is so thick that he can’t tell what’s wrong with them.

“Go ahead and do it,” she growls. “There’s more of me than there is of you.”

But what would killing her really do? Leave her dead for a few hours before she wakes up again?

Lithuania puts away his gun.

“Wh...Lithuania, what are you doing?”

“I won’t give you the satisfaction of killing you, if that’s what you want. Besides, you know I don’t shoot women.”

Poland lets out the coldest laugh. “Are you fucking serious? This isn’t the 1500s anymore. You’re seriously turning into a knight when you have me cornered like this.”

Lithuania shoves his gun back into his holster. “Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why did you do this?” He might as well get some real answers while he has her like this. “All of this. If you only respected my territory, none of this would have happened.”

“This territory is mine,” she snarls. “You have no claim to it at all.”

“There are Lithuanians living in this land—not just Lithuanians with Polish blood but ethnic Lithuanians. You are taking them away from me.”

“But they are the minority here,” Poland says firmly. “What language do you speak when you’re in Vilnius? I am their blood. I am their nation, I am their motherland, I can feel them, and nothing you say can change that.”

Poland winces as an audible pop comes from her shoulder, and she rolls over on that side onto her back, where she sits up.

“I can feel them too,” Lithuania says quietly. “Even if they speak Polish, there are still others who consider themselves Lithuanian too. Look at Mickevičius.”

Poland says nothing.

“Poland, just stop this. You know how Vilnius was founded. You, of all people, know it’s been my capital for centuries.”

“I can’t.” Poland’s other bad arm sits in her lap. “You have no idea what it’s like to—”

“To what?” Lithuania says, suddenly enflamed. “To lose sovreignty? To become a slave in your own home? To be forbidden to speak your own language? To have your language printed in that...that disgusting, cold alphabet?”

Poland says nothing.

Lithuania’s horse whinnies.

“What happened to us?” Poland asks quietly. Another pop comes from the bad arm, and she flexes it. “You told me that we’d be together again. I helped you get those books printed from Prussia and America inside your borders. You—you and Ukraine and Belarus helped me in 1863. In Vienna, you pulled me aside while the others were talking and said you loved me and made me feel like we were the Commonwealth again. I thought you wanted it. It was just a lie, wasn’t it?”

And Poland’s expression so drained, so defeated. She’s stopped crying and stares straight into the distance.

Lithuania sits down next to her. “It was not a lie,” he says slowly. “My thoughts just changed. Do you really want a Commonwealth again? Look at what happened to Austria two years ago. He’s less than a third of what he once was. Russia, the Soviet Union, is a mess. And—”

“Us,” Poland whispers. “We were an empire, and we fell too.”

The forest is quiet but Lithuania’s thoughts echo with the events of that fateful, final year: Kościuszko’s uprising falling; foreign armies entering the piece of territory that Poland and Lithuania both clung to with their remaining strength; Lithuania being powerless at the sight of the final partition, with Poland too weak to resist Austria, Prussia, and Russia from violating her dignity and defiling her by force.

At the memory, Lithuania puts his arms around her and holds her close, hoping her scent can wash his mind of that horrific day.

“Oh Poland,” he breathes.

And Poland, lost in her own thoughts, leans into his touch, resting her face in his chest. “I can’t believe we’re fighting,” she says. “I don’t want us to fight.”

“I don’t either,” Lithuania says. He takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

Poland looks up at him. “For what?”

“For hitting you back in Vilnius.” Lithuania pulls away and puts a hand on her grimy cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

“I guess I deserved it.” Poland sighs. “I know. You hate Russia.”

“Don’t say that.” Lithuania kisses her cheek.

And Poland moves her head to kiss him full on the lips. Lithuania moves to kiss her back, and then pulls away, a thought in the back of his mind that she might be planning something.

“Poland...”

“I love you,” she whispers.

“This isn’t wise.”

“I don’t care.” Poland kisses him again. “I love you so much, and we both know we’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“When else are we going to be in this situation?” Another kiss. “I never wanted to start this war with you.”

Lithuania pulls away. “You tried to sleep with me in my office last time so I could give up Vilnius.”

“You said that you wanted to be friends again.” Poland paws at his military coat and moves so that she’s in his lap and facing him. “Even if we were politically separate.”

Lithuania says nothing.

“I just...God, I miss you, Liet.” It’s been a year since she called him that. “Liet.”

Lithuania deepens the kiss and pushes Poland down until her back rests on the forest floor. Poland runs her hands down his back, her fingers curling into the thick fabric of his uniform.

“Liet,” she whispers. “Lietuva.”

At the sound of his true name, Lithuania moves his mouth to her neck, kissing the sensitive skin that always made Poland squirm and moan.

“G-God, Liet.” She whimpers and tugs at his jacket. “Take it off.”

“It’ll get dirty.”

Poland glares at him. “You...” Suddenly, she reaches between his legs and undoes his belt.

Lithuania jumps off her like he’s been electrified. “W-What?”

Poland gives him a confused look. “What do you mean what? I thought you wanted this.”

“I-I...” It has been a long time since he has been with a woman, much less Poland. Thinking about it, Poland is the last woman he slept with, back in 1865 in one final desperate act before the fall of the uprising. “What if someone finds us?”

“They’re far away.” She sits up. “Do you not want...?”

“A no would be a lie.”

Lithuania moves towards her but Poland says, “Wait...”

Lithuania sits back and watches.

Poland unbuttons the heavy coat of her uniform to reveal a thinner army green shirt underneath, but she doesn’t pull that off. The battle might be far away, but it could move to the forest at anytime.

“I could’ve done that,” Lithuania says.

“Please just kiss me.”

He crawls back on top of her and softly kisses her, his hand sliding up her arm and intertwining their fingers. Poland kisses him back and spreads her legs so that Lithuania’s hips fall between them. A jolt goes through him to an area he hasn’t paid attention to for decades.

Poland undoes the button and zipper on his pants, and his inhibitions go away.

Lithuania presses himself to her body in ways he thought he had forgotten. As if they were still in the Commonwealth, he remembers every curve on her. How the pale skin on her neck is marked so easily. How deliciously she’ll moan when he puts his hand under her shirt and touches one of her breasts and squeezes like this.

“Liet!” Poland yelps. “Touch me! Touch me! Please!”

Lithuania squeezes her breast harder but Poland grabs his wrist. “No, not there.” She stares at him. “You know where.”

Lithuania nods and unzips and unbuttons and shoves his hand down her pants.

“O-Oh God,” he breathes. She’s already wet.

“Liet! Lietuva!” Poland shudders and squeaks as Lithuania’s fingers find her clitoris and rub frantically. She pulls him down into a kiss and spreads her legs as wide as they can go.

“Poland.” Lithuania lets out his first moan. His cock aches uncomfortably from the lack of stimulation. Whenever he’s touched Poland first, she always forgets to touch him back. To distract himself he rubs Poland harder and slips his tongue inside her mouth.

“Ah-Ahhh!”

Poland’s cunt suddenly pulses against his fingers, and she slaps a hand against his hip.

“Ahhhh, ahhh, Liet!”

Poland’s muscles relax, and she continues to kiss him with her warm and soft mouth. Lithuania’s hips fall back between her legs and he whimpers as his cock rubs against her thigh. He hasn’t been touched at all.

“God...”

Poland’s eyes widen at the feeling. “Liet! I forgot about you.”

“I’m used to it.”

She buries her head in his neck. “I still want you.”

“Our clothes—”

Poland grabs the front of his shirt and kisses him hard. On instinct, Lithuania pushes her pants down her hips, an electric charge going through him when he finally sees how wet she is.

“Fuck me.” Poland puts her hand down his pants to grab his dick and give him forceful strokes. She whispers, “Mmm, God, remember that one time after Smolensk where you pushed me down and fucked me—”

A moan comes out of Lithuania as Poland curses more, and he bucks into her hand at the sound of her words.

“You’re so—” An idea comes to Lithuania’s mind, and he pushes Poland against the soft ground, pulling his cock out of his pants.

Poland squirms underneath him and wiggles her hips. “God, God, God, Liet, yes, please. NOW.”

Lithuania throws a leg over her shoulder and plunges inside her.

“Oh Christ!” she screams, her voice disturbing resting birds. “Oh Liet! Oh fuck me! Fuck, fuck—”

Lithuania cups a hand over her mouth. “Shhhhh!”

Poland’s muffled indignation quickly turns into high-pitched moaning under his hand as Lithuania moves quickly. The other hand holds her soft thigh as he throws his head back and breathes out softly.

“Polska...” he whispers. It’s been too long since he’s been inside her. He misses how she looks. Her blond hair splayed in the dirt, her eyes nearly closed with lust, the red blush on her cheeks. She’s too tight and hot. The area where she—

Poland squeals and digs her nails into the soil. He always finds it.

“F-Fuck...” He can’t take it. He loves to hear Poland scream. Lithuania removes his hand from Poland’s mouth and grips her thigh, pressing himself inside her as deep as he could.

“A-Ahh!” Poland yells. “G-God, yes! Yes! Liet! Liet!”

Lithuania groans in response as Poland keeps screaming his name and curses. That’s how they’ve always been in bed—Poland groaning and shouting and Lithuania silently thrusting with a moan escaping here and there. Replace the setting completely and it would be just like their first time at the end of the 15th century. Lithuania pounded Poland into the soft bed and Poland clawed at his back and moaned. The only thing missing is her crying when he took her virginity.

“L-Lietuva!” Poland breathes. “Lietuva—”

With a rush of lust at the word, Lithuania presses his chest against hers and kisses her neck. He moves his hands from their positions and gropes her breasts, wanting to tear the thick shirt off her body, and clutch her and never lose her again.

“P-Polska—”

“Gooood, Liet!”

Poland turns her head to the side and kisses him fiercely, removing one hand from the dirt to grip his hair and pull him closer. She moves against him, breathing harshly through her nose as she gets tighter and tighter and tighter—

“A-Ahhhh!”

Poland contracts around him, and she pounds her fist against the ground. Her mouth is open in a wordless scream.

Always the knight, Lithuania waits for her. He thrusts into her a few more times before he comes himself, biting Poland’s neck and rolling his hips. Poland is still dazed, breathing slowly, and her eyes glazed.

“Poland...” he whispers into her ear. “God, Poland...”

Poland whimpers and pats the side of his head. Lithuania closes his eyes and buries his head in her hair, breathing in the smell of her sweat.

“Poland...”

“Don’t pull out.”

Lithuania’s fingers intertwine with Poland’s in the dirt.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

She pulls him down for another kiss and rests her arms on his back. Lithuania presses his nose against hers, reminding her of an unwelcome fact.

“We have to go back to war.”

“Run away with me,” Poland says suddenly. “Piłsudski will be fine, and I’m sure that your men know what to do without you.”

Lithuania sighs and gazes back at her wistfully. Her eyes are filled with a great nostalgia and sentimentality, and Lithuania believes that this is what she wants more than anything. Perhaps not necessarily the Commonwealth itself, but being united with Lithuania himself in everyway possible.

“We can’t do that.” Lithuania pushes a strand of hair out of her face. “You know that we can’t.” He kisses her cheek. “But I wish we can.”

Poland’s lower lip trembles.

“I know,” she whispers. “I just thought—maybe when this is all over—we can buy a house. We don’t even have to live there permanently. Just—”

“Maybe when this is all over,” Lithuania repeats. He would hate to promise Poland something that won’t come true. “Maybe.”

“I don’t want to fight you.” She cups his face in her hands. “I don’t want to go back out there.”

“There is a difference between what we want and what we must.” Lithuania pulls out. “The battle is already over.”

Poland looks away as she zips up her pants. “You’re not just talking about the battle in the field, aren’t you?”

Lithuania stays quiet as he gets up and fixes his clothes. The knees of his pants are covered in dirt, and as Poland stands up as well, he sees that the back of her jacket is brown. Soil is under both of their fingernails and on their faces. It wouldn’t take long for anyone to figure out what they did.

“My horse is dead,” Poland says flatly.

“You can ride on mine,” Lithuania replies in the same tone.

He mounts his horse and helps Poland getting up. Both of them avoid eye contact. Poland lightly wraps her arms around Lithuania’s waist as he leads them back to the remnants of the battle and the real world, leaving the Commonwealth and their love behind them.

***

The Polish-Lithuanian War

Essentially, a war arising after WWI in which Poland claimed that the Vilnius and Suwałki regions of Lithuania were a part of Poland. The new Lithuanian state claimed Vilnius as its historical capital dating back to the Middle Ages. The problem was that most people who lived in Vilnius were either ethnic Poles or Jews. Ethnic Lithuanians made up a small minority in both regions.

The League of Nations got involved but they never really did much. They affirmed that Lithuania was a neutral party in the conflict between Poland and the Soviet Union.

Polish-Lithuanian Historiography

Coming off of the source of the Polish-Lithuanian war, Poles and Lithuanians had extremely different views of their shared history in the Commonwealth. Interwar Poland saw itself as the successor to the Commonwealth, and a few Poles, Józef Piłsudski among them, wanted to rebuild the Commonwealth from the Baltic to Black Sea, also known as międzymorze (between seas). Ethnic Lithuanian nationalism grew while Lithuania was under Russian occupation. At the time, Lithuanians did not want to rejoin the union with Poland. Lithuanians wanted their own independent state for Lithuanians.

Some wanted the new Lithuanian state to be exclusively for ethnic Lithuanians, with anti-Semitism and Polonophobia rising. I personally don’t think that Lithuania the character would share these views, and that he would consider anyone who considered themselves a Lithuanian, regardless of ethnicity to be Lithuanian.

“Lithuania, My fatherland! You are like health!”

The famous invocation in the Polish national epic Pan Tadeusz by Adam Mickiewicz. Mickiewicz was born to a Polish noble family in the former lands of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania. Both Poland and Lithuania, as well as Belarus, consider him to be a part of their nations.

The Battle of Sejny (AKA the battle they're fighting in)

A battle that took place close to the small town of Sejny. It had been contested by Polish and Lithuanian troops for about a month. On September 22, Poland decisively took the town from Lithuania. Most of the casualties were prisoners of war.

Lithuanian Press Ban

As a condition after the failure of the Polish-Lithuanian-Ruthenian January Uprising in 1863, the Russian Empire banned the printing of the Lithuanian language. This resulted in Lithuanian books being printed in nearby East Prussia or as far as the United States.

Lithuanian Cyrillic

Yes, the Russian Empire even made a Lithuanian alphabet using Cyrillic letters. This did not go over well.

Kościuszko’s Uprising

Tadeusz Kościuszko, a Polish nobleman, led an uprising against the powers of Prussia and Russia, who were gaining more Polish territory. What was remarkable about his uprising was that Kościuszko lead peasants against the partitoners.

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